Page 32 of Alien Knight Steals the Bride

He stared at the tiny woman, completely puzzled by her strange words. “Why would a cat escaping from a bag cause concern? Is it overlarge? Dangerous?”

“No,” she laughed. “I just meant about you being royal and all. Heir to the throne?”

Torrin looked to Dagan for confirmation. “Is that true? Did you know?”

Dagan frowned “I didn’t know. Falden will have to tell you about it. We just found out ourselves. However, now that I know, I can officially extend Caldor’s hand in friendship. We are, as always, your ally. “

Sasha chimed in, “You’re welcome to stay on Caldor, I’m sure, but we’d love for you to make your home here on Earth. You, and any other Lumerians that wish to settle here.”

Torrin nodded, then turned to Juliette. “I would make my home here eventually if that appeals to you, and you may stay here now if you wish, but I must find my brother first. I would welcome your assistance.”

Juliette’s smiled lit up the room. “I go where you go.”

He leaned down and kissed her breathless. Neither one noticed when the king and queen left. “I go where you go, my queen.”

Epilogue

Caldor – Two Weeks Later

Juliette sighed, her heart overflowing with love as she watched Torrin search through drawers in his old workbench for something he wanted, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was so handsome, his black shirt stretched tight over hard muscles, his pants riding low on his hips. She still couldn’t quite believe they were bonded together in an alien ceremony, their lifeforces linked forever. Could hardly believe she’d been transformed, yet the evidence was right in front of her, her red crystalline markings still aglow.

So much had changed in such a short time. After two weeks of searching, they were no closer to finding Torrin’s brother. Her heart ached for him. They’d decided to return to Caldor to visit his mother after a fifteen-year absence, tell her about Sevron’s disappearance and search for clues, only to have another bombshell dropped in Torrin’s lap.

His mother and grandfather had known all along where Torrin had gone. Falden Corshival still gave her weekly reports. She knew everything. The decision to keep the truth from the twin boys had first been made when she’d been afraid for their lives. As Lumerian royalty, every effort had been made to obscure their identities. Keep them hidden.

Torrin’s mother also told them about Torrin’s father, and how they’d been betrothed to strengthen royal ties. They’d never been in love. Never been through a yielding. When Lumeria was attacked, they’d both been desperate to save their unborn sons. Torrin’s father, King Torsev Bashall, had stayed behind to fight while Falden had followed orders and taken her and Torrin’s grandfather to safety.

The family had spent hours catching up. Juliette knew the heavy weight of guilt had been lifted from Torrin’s shoulders, his face lighting with pleasure as his mother made all his favorite meals. Real ones made from scratch, not from the food synthesizer. Still, each day his heart grew heavier as his connection to Sevron grew fainter.

Determined to ease Torrin’s burden, even if for just a few hours, Juliette stepped up behind him and wrapped her arms around his trim waist, her fingers splayed across his rock-hard abs. “It’s still early. Wouldn’t you rather be in bed with me than out here searching through this pile of junk?” she teased.

Torrin turned within her embrace and tunneled one hand through her long black hair, his mouth capturing her lips for a deep, soul searing kiss. When he finally let up, they were both out of breath. “Do you really have to ask, Princess?”

Juliette snorted. “Princess?”

Torrin grinned. “Haven’t you been paying attention? I believe that is still the title bestowed upon anyone mated to a prince.”

Juliette blinked, her eyes getting wider by the moment. “I really haven’t been thinking about it in those terms. But then, wouldn’t that make me Queen Juliette, not princess? With your father gone, aren’t you and Sevron co-rulers or something? Kings?”

Torrin kissed her again, unable to resist her tempting mouth. His shaft was already painfully hard as he reversed their positions. Sweeping a hand across the workbench, he cleared a space before lifting Juliette onto the table, bunching up her nightgown and stepping between her welcoming thighs. “I can’t be king if my father is still alive,” he murmured absently, his attention focused on her creamy skin, her thighs, her breasts, her lips.

Juliette tilted her head back to give him access to her sensitive neck. His lips were firm. Seeking. Demanding her response. Yet he was saying something important. Vital. “Wait,” she panted. “What?”

“Mine.” Torrin took her hands and placed them behind her on the workbench, the position forcing her breasts to thrust up toward him through the sheer nightgown she wore. Growling in approval, he flicked one hard nipple with his thumb. “Keep your hands where I put them,” he ordered.

She groaned, eager to comply. Heat spiraled from her core. She was instantly wet. Ready. She loved this side of him. Dominant. Commanding. Possessive. This was what she wanted. Needed. “Yes. Anything.”

“Anything?”

Juliette lifted her head to look deeply into Torrin’s eyes. What she saw humbled her. Love. Devotion. Commitment. And a healthy dose of mischief. She narrowed her gaze suspiciously, her heart hammering in anticipation. “I know that look. What are you up to?”

Torrin laughed.

The genuine, heartfelt roar melted her heart. She was so deeply in love. She knew the feeling would last forever. She cocked an eyebrow. “Well?”

Lifting one of her ankles onto his chest, he picked up the tool he’d set aside and tapped the ankle bracelet she still wore. “I’ve spoken to my grandfather about your late husband, C’bor Ubrion of Cappra.”

Juliette sobered. “I never meant to marry that cretin.”

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